A being awoken sitting upon a solitary throne sorrounded by broken and decayed corpses, sitting upon thrones similar to his own.

A saddened and grief filled smile appeared upon his face, as memories of the comrades he had known since he and they were mere children, starts to reappear in his mind like a movie with all it's good, bad, saddening and excitement filled moments. As the memories keeps flowing, tears started to smear his youthful, rough and enlightened features.

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As his tears start to lessen he mearly said "Possa la tua anima trovare la fine del nostro viaggio con soddisfazione e possa guidarti, mentre inizi un nuovo inizio. Sic hoc est meum vale ad extremum omnis ex vobis, fratres et reges conservis meis sororibus in armis. Vale atque amicis meis epularer, Riposa in pace. " slowly he rises from his throne as dust starts to fall off his body.

He gave a silent prayer to his comrades.